Blackfeather Woods it was easy, natural like breathing air

Flicker returned meekly to the woods with her head hung low, silently cursing herself for having let this happen to her but, no, she wouldn't complain or make a fuss. But, hopefully, she'd find something to cover the open shoulder and stop that persistent ache from her muzzle. God damn it. For a moment she looked up to the fluttering, cawing crows. Where could she go? 'Explore.' 

A sly grin came to spread her lips and revealed her latest loss to the woodland. Perhaps she'd find something helpful whilst she'd wandered. With a new purpose, she started into a slow lope until she came across a clearing, centered with a tree. Was this the Weeping Meadow? The scarlet embellished wolfess wandered out from the tree line, and why not? How bad could the effects be? She skirted about the edge, looking to the tree with caution; surely the spored she'd been warned of couldn't affect her at this distance? 

Slowly, but surely, a creeping nauseous feeling slithered into her mind and the ground started to slant towards the tree. Flicker obeyed the disorientation, for fighting off the sickness was a consuming activity, until she found herself looking up at the branches of the glowing willow tree. Small creatures, rabbits, pikas and such like, preyed upon by wisps of fog which could appear to be numbers of Merlins to Gyrfalcons. She watched with silent awe as the tree's poison brought her mind's images to life before her.